Last few days

Have been work. Dealing with the utter crapness of the refit. Seriously, the new wall (moved back to make the shop more spacious), when the door bangs, the wall vibrates. Hard enough that flash guns in the epicentre of the vibration on the wall fall off their perches onto the floor. There's more, but apparenlty our complaints rose to such a level that the regional manager (who wouldn't look out of place in The Long Good Friday) came in, and instead of doing the 'oh, not my fault, all in control' which the area manager does, he started making lists of all the problems that're mostly due to shoddy design and stuff being rushed, said it's been basically 100,000 quid down the drain, pointed out that Paul, the assiastant manager, should not have had to deal with it on his own, has called in other people to help clear the backlog of stock, and it looks like something might actually be done.

Oh, and when on the phone to customer, winding convo up, start coughing, you get that tingle in the back of the throat that warns you that coughing fit is imminent, and you say 'I've got to ring off, I'm about to have a coughing fit', the response is not to fucking well keep talking about nothing even though the problem's been solved. Put phone down on him as I ran for the back and then the carpark.

Have been working on costume and nanowrimo. Nanowrimo not going as fast as I'd like, but the skirt is finished, now have to pull together the mess the top is in. next time I use a pattern.

Have finally seen the tangoing-Alan Rickman Texas vid. Dear God that man should tango more often.